I cant fucking take it. My house smells so Indian I do not understand. My yaya is cooking Filipino food but it smells Indian. ARGKSBFOAOEN!!!!
Im trying to forget about the smell. Its mind over matter. So lets make kwento. I just got home from a trip to See's candies. We bought chocolates. TANGINA ANG BAHO TALAGA. So anyways, I got a box of dark chocolate with almonds. Dont worry, Ill bring some home for you guys :)
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MAYYYY GEHHHHDDDD.
THEY.OPENED.THE.FREAKING.KITCHEN.DOOR. I really cant take this anymore. I cant na. I have to find out what theyre cooking.
Tangina poopoo its Kare-Kare. I love Kare-Kare. BUT WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE THAT? Maybe its because of the american ingridients. Shit. Its so baho mehn.
Im going to alcatraz tomorrow. Im VERY excited. I cant wait.
Still nababahuan,
Nica
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
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May 8, 2008
April 24, 2008
The Americano Experience
Okay so IMAGINE.
I was eating at this place called 'Americano', a really fancy restaurant located at the city. I was with my parents and 2 of their asian-american friends. The restaurant was really nice & formal. The menu featured a small selection of fancy entrees so I had a difficult time choosing what to eat. I decided to order the Whole Roasted Young Chicken. After ordering I got kinda worried because in my head I was thinking that I ordered a WHOLE chicken. I read the menu over and over again & I got nervous. Puta, I ordered a whole freaking Chicken. But then again it said Whole Roasted YOUNG Chicken. So I was thinking maybe the chicken was small because it was young.
A whole young chicken. That was it. I was gonna eat a whole chicken that was small. I was determined to finish it cause it was so expensive. Shit, whole chicken. I was so nervous to see what I ordered.
Since it was a fancy restaurant, they served us salads & shit like that. Here's what the salad looked like:
Ang dami ng serving noh? Salad pa lang nabusog na ako.
After the BOUNTIFUL salad, there came the pizza, and so on and so forth. Then my chicken came. TAA-DAHH!!! It was two separate chickens! Not too big, not too small. It wasnt whole, thank God, but I think it was young. Poor baby chicken had to die for my dinner. Im sorry. But it was GOOD! Yummy chicken!
So there I was enjoying my delicious whole-young-chicken. I was slicing, forking, chewing, swallowing & digesting my way to a happy meal WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN I looked up the ceiling and I see this:
WHAT THE EFF WAS THAT? What was it doing there? I almost chocked on my whole-young-chicken. How insane. That painting shouldnt be up there. Parang the restaurant manager had no where to put it so he decided to put it on the ceiling nalang. I mean, it would be okay if the painting was a scenery of the sky or the stars or any landscape but NOT THAT. wtf. I had to laugh it off. The guy kinda looks like Brad Pitt actually. Haha.
It was an interesting night.
Yours truly,
Whole-Young-Chicken Lover a.k.a Nica
I was eating at this place called 'Americano', a really fancy restaurant located at the city. I was with my parents and 2 of their asian-american friends. The restaurant was really nice & formal. The menu featured a small selection of fancy entrees so I had a difficult time choosing what to eat. I decided to order the Whole Roasted Young Chicken. After ordering I got kinda worried because in my head I was thinking that I ordered a WHOLE chicken. I read the menu over and over again & I got nervous. Puta, I ordered a whole freaking Chicken. But then again it said Whole Roasted YOUNG Chicken. So I was thinking maybe the chicken was small because it was young.
A whole young chicken. That was it. I was gonna eat a whole chicken that was small. I was determined to finish it cause it was so expensive. Shit, whole chicken. I was so nervous to see what I ordered.
Since it was a fancy restaurant, they served us salads & shit like that. Here's what the salad looked like:
Ang dami ng serving noh? Salad pa lang nabusog na ako.
After the BOUNTIFUL salad, there came the pizza, and so on and so forth. Then my chicken came. TAA-DAHH!!! It was two separate chickens! Not too big, not too small. It wasnt whole, thank God, but I think it was young. Poor baby chicken had to die for my dinner. Im sorry. But it was GOOD! Yummy chicken!
So there I was enjoying my delicious whole-young-chicken. I was slicing, forking, chewing, swallowing & digesting my way to a happy meal WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN I looked up the ceiling and I see this:
WHAT THE EFF WAS THAT? What was it doing there? I almost chocked on my whole-young-chicken. How insane. That painting shouldnt be up there. Parang the restaurant manager had no where to put it so he decided to put it on the ceiling nalang. I mean, it would be okay if the painting was a scenery of the sky or the stars or any landscape but NOT THAT. wtf. I had to laugh it off. The guy kinda looks like Brad Pitt actually. Haha.
It was an interesting night.
Yours truly,
Whole-Young-Chicken Lover a.k.a Nica
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